Page 47 of Mine to Love

The corner of his lip lifts again and then turns serious as he unhooks my bra, tossing it to the floor behind him. He props himself up on his elbows on either side of my shoulders and buries his face between my breasts.

I close my eyes and lift my torso to him, welcoming his touch, his kisses. When he doesn’t move for a few moments, I worry he has second thoughts.

“I need a minute.”

“Can you seriously read my thoughts?”

“Yes,” he mumbles into my cleavage then turns his head and licks the side of my boob.

“Well, since I don’t need a minute, can you sit up for a second?”

Logan lifts his head, his eyes betraying his confusion, then sits back, giving me space.

I wiggle my feet out from under him, then drop to my knees and undo his belt and finally—thank heavens—open his zipper. I wrap my fingers around his warm, solid length with a sigh.

“Reese. I need a minute.”

“To overthink this? Not a chance.” I lower my head and take the tip of him in my mouth.

“Holy Jesus!” He grabs my hair and guides me for a few seconds before pulling me off in a pant. “I need a minute so I can stop thinking about you naked.”

“Wow. You know how to make a girl feel special. Especially mid blow job.” I sit back on my heels and let go of his throbbing erection, which has only gotten bigger and more swollen. I unconsciously lick my lips.

“Hell, Reese.” He tugs at the ends of his hair in frustration. “All I do is think about you naked, think about what you taste like between your legs, picture you sprawled out on my bed screaming out my name as I make you come. I need a minute before I blow this up—make the joke, I know you will—before it even gets started.”

He could not have said anything sweeter, and I couldn’t be any more turned on. Since I don’t do the talking thing during sex and I sure as hell don’t do the sweet, I get straight to the point.

“You’re a big guy.” I tip my chin toward his erection and grin. “I’m guessing you can do two, maybe even more, rounds in a night. How about I take the edge off, like you did for me, then we can do that other stuff you’ve been thinking about?”

“Reese,” he groans out my name, and hell. It’s sexy.

Not being one to take no for an answer, or to take things slowly, I scoot closer to his lap, and wrap my lips around him, leaving no room for words. Or regrets.

Logan is as strong and virile as I predicted. After I take the edge off—which took less than two minutes—we strip down and shower together, soaping and lathering each other’s body parts before making it to the bed in a tangled mess of naked limbs and wet hair.

“Your pillows are going to be soaked.”

“I’m soaked.” I prop myself up on my elbows and let my towel fall open, exposing myself fully to Logan.

“Shit.”

No more words are said as he reaches for my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed, then drops to his knees, propping my legs on his shoulders. He touches, licks, nips at my center until he brings me to the brink, then he pulls away, not letting me have my release just yet.

I want to curse him, to make him bring me all the way, but I love the teasing, love how he prolongs the foreplay. I know tonight will be it. If I get the job, he won’t risk his reputation by having sex with his employee. And if I don’t get the job, well, I’ll be upset about it but that could also make our sexual relationship a possibility.

But the job is more important that sex with Logan. The job is my future where he’s just...my present.

Logan curls his finger and blows between my legs, making them shake with need. As tempted as I am to beg, I bite my lip instead and bask in the glory of being thoroughly pleasured. The moan escapes my throat as I lift my hips to his lips. When he tongues me deep and my eyes roll back, I squeeze my legs and don’t fight the orgasm, calling out his name as I clutch the sheets under me.

My legs continue to spasm as he crawls his way up my body, leaving a trail of kisses from my mound to between my breasts. My legs still hang over the edge of the bed, and I don’t have the strength to lift them up.

He reads my thoughts once again and lifts my legs to the bed and scoots me up to the pillows. “You okay?” he asks as he fumbles through the pile of clothes on the floor and takes out a condom.

“Mmhm.” I rake my short nails down his back then curl my ankles around his hips, pulling him into my center.

He hovers over me, his breath short and choppy as if he just finished running laps around the lake. I’m impressed with his restraint, and even more impressed with the way he makes love.

Brushing my wet hair away from my face, he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me as he enters me. It’s the sweetest gesture, as if he’s worried he might hurt me. And then I gasp as he reaches under my legs and pushes them back so he can go deeper.

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